Ice Cream!

Sweets are a no no in the post heart attack house hold. I'm sure I'm not the only person forced to change his or her diet in order to help promote better health in his or her loved ones, yet being a man who has spent most of his adult life eating food that can only properly be described as crap, I haven't taken the loss very well. Occasionally I will sneak off to the Wendy's for a frosty. I might make a run down to the drug store and grab a chocolate bar or even a sugar soda!

Now my mother (the primary reason we can not have bad things) and the old man (aka my father) are off on a vacation to Idaho for a week and we've been treating ourselves. Yesterday the little brother and his wife went out shopping and brought home a coffee cake. I was all in favor of this development. Then I found out it has some sort of custard goo in the middle and I just couldn't eat it. I like my coffee cake to have baker's cheese or just chocolate drippings on that wonderful pastry goodness. Still and all I cast my vote for any and all junk food. It was a pastry item within the confines of my urban hermitage. Go team!

Today the team (aka my brother and his wife) went for a walk and then as a reward for doing exercise they went to the store and bought two count them 2, half gallons of ice cream. They got a French vanilla and something called fudge tracks. (It has fudge and peanut butter cups. I highly recommend it.) And that's not all they also picked up chocolate and caramel syrups, hot fudge and to top it off whipped cream and cool whip. My blood pressure is rising just thinking about all that sugary goodness. Today I am a happy man. Now to go kill things on my xbox.

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